Boy

****Disclaimer:  This post has nothing to do with running, but like everything I write, it was written in my head on the run. “Hey Mom, can you make me a cup of coffee?” my 14-year-old freshman in high school asked me, and my heart started racing. It was the first time he had ever asked […]

Mother

“If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn’t mind being their mother.”  Kate Atkinson. Do you remember when I wrote the post Pain and I said that I want to be Cheryl Strayed?  That I want to “set up a sleeping bag in a tent in her mind and live there, and I […]